We Were Girls Together

Me vs. my vibe 💜

Not surprised

if your still up for requests, can I get a happy Jake? living his best life?

One must imagine Jake Lockley happy.............

(This was the last request! Thank you to all!)

Oc imagine because I can.

Warning ⛔️: mention of making out and hickeys

(Also I’m working on a story of my oc’s and I’m going to use this page for the weird and chaotic stuff, and with this short imagine is set further in the story ye-)

Konig: yeah ever since I was a kid I always had trouble sharing things with people.

Soap: well with your past I can honestly see why-

Moth (oc) walks out of his room covered in hickeys and red lipstick stains all over him: you really had to put on a hard to remove lipstick didn’t ya. Oh, hey Soap!

Soap is to stunned to speak 👁👄👁

Konig: hehe~ sorry my love

Moth: yea yea what ever you say

knitted scarfs ─── send me a song / lyric / album + a character and i'll make a moodboard out of it! ( includes short headcanons ).

omg omg cologne by beabadobee + tasm!peter parker maybe!!!! that song is so him

. ˳⁺⁎˚ cologne, beabadoobee + tasm!peter.

📻 neck kisses. late nights together. lazy mornings. loud music. missing peter's scent. calling peter by the telephone. borrowing peter's sweater. red roses. pink kiss marks by the collar. peter taking pictures of you from his camera. matching converses. wearing peter's clothes. playing with his hair.

“What’s in my bra” by Gracie Collins(2024)

I’ve already talked about the Marc Drooling Scene but. I just. I go insane over the way Marc loses his bodily functions here. He’s so drugged up he has to put in so much effort just to get up from the chair — only to hit the ground, hard. Drooling. Writhing on the floor. Stumbling all over himself. Pupils dilated and his eyes rolling back each time he has to get up. Legs like jelly. Forcing his body to move and it’s so hard, fuck, his whole body is weighed down from the sedation. Marc’s whimpers. The soft grunts. His feet getting all crossed as he tries to put distance between himself and Dr. Harrow. The “ungh..!” each time he falls. Single-minded in his goal to break out even though he can barely think through the drugged daze. How he attempts to put command into the first “no, you stay away from me” as he crawls away from Harrow. Then — the panic rising and actual desperation in his voice as he cries out “stay away from me!!” when Harrow continues trying to placate Marc, his tone intentionally gentle. Think about how terrifying this is for Marc to experience. To lose control of his body like this. To be at Harrow’s mercy. To be bodily and mentally falling apart like this with drugs in his system. So angry, so upset. A caged animal.

Here, have some wonderful moon knight comics excerpts: